If she didn’t know better she would think he planned his life
cinematographicly. That first time in the car when he reached over and
touched her face and then ran away. And then that time he pressed her
up against the map of Canada and kissed her under the naked light bulb
in the back hallway of the B and B, leaving her astonished - fixed, like
a wild animal caught in a trap in that moment right before frantic
thrashing when surprise holds more than the trap itself.
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